I pulled out my two photo albums and leafed through them, stunned to find that I had a picture of Cap Walters, Desert Don, and a few others hiding in the pages that have been packed for such a long time.  And I mentioned in a post about Red Gilman that he always wore a stetson…I lied…I found a picture of him wearing a baseball cap.  I guess the mind is one of the first things to go, but where the hell does it go?  I remember Red in a stetson – but then I also found him in a black one. Continue reading Montana – some Desert Don →